my desire (2)
pairing: san x reader
summary: continuation of part 1 << read here
word count: 2.4k
warnings: incubus san, blindfold, handcuff, choking, knife play, ice play, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, slapping, spitting, hair pulling, slight degradation, creampie
side note: PART 3 OR WHAT?! 😩
“Get on your knees,” he commands. You do as he says, following him to the edge of the bed as he steps off. San grabs your chin, craning your head up to look at him. His eyes are dark, clouded with lust. He looks like he’s about to wreck you, clenching your thighs together as his eyes glow a deep red. Next thing you know, your vision is black. You know it’s the blindfold, not the first time he’s whipped that out.
“You okay with that sweetheart?” His hand cups your face, waiting for your confirmation. “Mhmm,” you’ll do anything he wants.
His hand suddenly wraps around your throat, taking your breath away. “I’ve missed seeing you on your knees for me. You look so pretty like this,” his voice is right in your ear, littering your neck with kisses. His lips feel like little sparks of fire on your skin, the pressure on your throat is delicious, and the ache in your belly is getting stronger. “I’m gonna do so many things to you tonight, wouldn’t you like that?” You try to nod your head as best you can with his hand around your throat. San shoves you backwards, landing on your back with a yelp. He swiftly removes your bottoms, spreading your legs wide open for him. You grip the sheets beside your head, anticipating his next move. The thrill of not being able to tell what he’s about to do next is the reason why you both like to use the blindfold. His fingers run up and down your legs, asking you “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, of course. What are you gonna do?” you ask, half nervous half excited about what’s to come.
“You know I’d never hurt you right?” he says, squeezing your thigh. “I know,” holding his hand that’s on your thigh.
“Then don’t be scared.” He tears your oversized shirt down the middle, exposing your chest. You gasp when you feel something cold and sharp touch your skin. He drags it from your neck to your chest, circling your mounds. You squirm underneath it, heart racing the closer it gets to your sensitive nipple. “Careful, wouldn’t want you to get hurt. This knife’s pretty sharp.” You’re at his mercy right now, whining as he presses his hand to your abdomen. He brings the knife to your neck again, pressing it harder but not enough to hurt, just enough to make you clench the sheets a little more. You bite your lip now that you know what it is, not afraid but incredibly turned on. San chuckles, gauging your reaction.
“You like a little danger?” he teases, dragging it slowly across your neck from ear to ear. Your body is lighting up from the inside, adrenaline rushing because of the knife and the fire building in your belly as his desire for you grows stronger. You make the mistake of reaching your hand down to your core, attempting to chase your high. He quickly grabs your hands, holding them above your head as you feel a pair of cuffs being attached to the headboard. Deprived of your vision and touch, you feel helpless underneath San.
“I’ve got something else in mind for you,” he moves the knife away from your neck, feeling the sharp tip on your knee. He holds your leg down, dragging it slowly towards your inner thigh. You clench your walls around nothing, the knife getting closer and closer to your sex. It feels so wrong to enjoy how powerless you are when you’re with him, letting him bring such a dangerous object so close to your core.
“Oh fuck!” you yell, grabbing the headboard and closing your legs around his hand. It’s not the knife you feel any more, but something small and extremely cold. It doesn’t take long for you to figure out what it is. San shoves your legs back open, touching the ice cube to your inner thigh again, earning the same jerking reaction from you because of how cold it is and in such a sensitive spot.
“Stop moving, it’ll be better once you get used to it,” getting level with your core, kissing your thigh as he touches the ice cube to your skin again. Shit, it’s so cold but you manage to keep your legs open. After a few seconds, it isn’t so bad any more. San moves the ice cube to your folds, bucking your hips at the sensation. He holds your body down, the warmth in your belly a stark contrast to the ice on your sex. “Oh my…” you mutter quietly, starting to enjoy the cold.
“You like that?”
“Yes!” you yelp as he pushes the ice into you, such a foreign feeling but oh so good. He holds your legs towards your chest, flattening his tongue and diving in. Of course, he has another ice cube in his mouth, spreading your lips and pushing the second one into you with his tongue. “Shit, San,” you moan his name, he’s driving you insane. You wish you could touch him, wish you could grab his hair and push his face further into you. Rocking your hips against his tongue, you can feel your arousal plus the melted ice leaking on to the bed. He growls at your greediness, landing a harsh slap to your inner thigh.
“Wanna cum on your tongue please San,” you beg, not wanting him to stop.
“And why should I let you?” he has another ice cube in between his teeth, pressing it directly to your clit and making you scream.
“I’ve been a good girl, please please, can I?” If only you could see the look on his face, boasting his signature smirk as he tells you “Go ahead.”
You tug on your restraints, needing something to hold on you as he brings you closer to the edge with that sinful tongue of his. Whining, squirming underneath him, you mutter “I’m cumming” as your breath gets caught in your throat. The ache in your belly seems to fade while your legs shake, his lips still attached to your clit, abusing the sensitive nub. “Wait, wait,” you shift up the bed, trying to get a second to relax. His grip on your thighs is strong, pulling you back down and sliding two fingers in.
“You said you wanted to cum,” he makes a come hither motion with his fingers, picking up the pace, tears forming in your eyes. “But—”
“You can give me another one right? Aren’t you my good girl?” God, he’s so good at what he does and he knows it. He can feel his energy surging, taking from you what he can. You give in to him, letting him absolutely wreck you. He hums against your core, the vibrations making your toes curl. “So good for me.”
He doesn’t stop until you reach your fourth orgasm of the night, this time squirting all over his mouth and the sheets. He kitten licks your clit, coaxing more out of you and blowing your mind in the process. You are worn out from his ministrations, but you do notice the ache in your belly has gone away. San pulls away from your core, snapping his fingers, making the blindfold and handcuffs disappear. You can’t even open your eyes, fatigue taking over your body as a result of his powers. He climbs on top of you, holding the side of your face as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You let him take over, kissing him back as you slowly regain your energy.
When your arms no longer ache from being above your head for so long, you hold him closer, running your nails up and down his back. You don’t know when he took his shirt off, but you’re happy you can finally touch him. San quickly changes positions, laying on his back as he grabs your waist to straddle his hips. He still has his pants on, sitting right on his hard member. He hasn’t even properly fucked you yet, mind racing as you’re mesmerized by his perfect figure underneath you. You still have on the shirt he tore down the middle, shrugging it off your shoulders and throwing it behind you. Eyeing his toned abs, you reach tentative hands out to caress them. He has no reason to be this sexy, arms crossed behind his head as he watches you intently. His deep red eyes are so alluring, dark and powerful, easy to submit to.
Grinding your hips over his hard on, you can tell he wants out of them. “Can I take these off?” He nods, letting you finally free his member. You lay on your stomach, face to face with his length, leaking precum. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to flatten your tongue on him, licking him from the base to the tip a few times. Opting for no hands this time, you suck on his tip before taking him as far as you can in your mouth.
“Look at me,” he says lowly. You look up at him through your lashes, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down. You try to use as much tongue as you can, knowing he likes it when you make a mess all over him. “You’re so pretty baby, even prettier with my dick in your mouth.” He sports that devilish grin of his again, holding your head still and bucking his hips up. You let him use your mouth, choking on him just the way he likes it. He groans, growing hungrier for you by the second. He pulls your head away, a trail of spit following. “Get on top now.”
San watches as you straddle his waist again, positioning himself at your entrance and resting your hands on his chest. Both of you groan when you slide down on him, the feeling of your bodies connecting so satisfying. Craving each other’s touch, your hips start to move on their own as he grabs handfuls of your ass. “You like riding that dick, hmm?” A few hard slaps land on your ass after he asks, the sting only exciting you more. To answer his question, you clench your walls around him and ride him even faster, slamming your hips into his. Watching you bounce on his dick is a sight to see, reaching up to play with your boobs and pinching your nipples a little harder than usual. He doesn’t expect you to switch positions to squatting, supporting yourself by holding his hands. “Shit baby, riding me like a fucking slut.” His dirty words motivates you, giving him your best sultry eyes as you bounce on top of him. San meets your gaze, poking his tongue to the side of his cheek as he focuses on how good you feel around him.
When he notices you start to get tired, he takes over, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. He pulls you towards his chest, holding you close as he fucks you from below. Resting your head in the crook of his neck, he loves hearing your sweet moans in his ear. He growls when he feels you biting at his neck, littering his skin with kisses here and there. Suddenly, he’s changing positions again, laying you down on your back and propping your leg on his shoulder while holding the other one down. The way he’s rolling his hips into yours makes your moans increase in pitch. San has such good body control, reaching so deep in you you could cry. “Oh fuck me, feels so good,” you mewl as he continues to fuck you hard and fast.
“Yeah, who’s fucking you this good? Tell me.” He slaps you in the face a couple times, catching you off guard but it makes you bite your lip, trying to hide your cheeky smile. His hand finds purchase on your neck again, not applying pressure just yet.
“You are, only you.” He rewards your affirmation by squeezing, cutting off your airway as you grab at his wrist.
“That’s right baby, this pussy is all mine.” San’s grip on your neck and him fucking you into the bed makes your mind hazy. He leans in close to your face, telling you to open up. You stick your tongue out for him as he lets a trail of spit fall into your mouth. There’s no one else you’d do this with, so infatuated with him and willing to do anything he asks of you. He knows this well and uses it to his advantage, appreciating how much you trust him and let him do what he wants with you. He wants to see you on your knees, twisting your body so you’re now face down ass up. His hand smooths over your ass before smacking it several times, leaving handprints on your cheeks. He’s so rough with you but you love it, jolting with each smack.
San pushes your back down with one hand, the other holding onto your hip tightly to keep your ass high. He rubs the tip along your folds, teasing you before sliding all the way in. He rocks his hips slowly, watching himself disappear in and out of you. “Taking me so well, I love fucking this little pussy.” He wraps a hand in your hair, pushing your face into the mattress, matching the pace of his thrusts from earlier with shallow groans. He’s fucking you dumb, using your body to get off, to chase his own release.
“Gonna fuck you till I cum, that’s all you’re good for anyway isn’t it?” He pounds into you nonstop, relishing in your small cries as he ruins you. “Letting me use you like a little cum slut.” You love when he calls you a slut because it’s true, you’re a slut for him, shit how could you not be? He’s giving it to you so good, pulling roughly on your hair and adding a little pain to the mix.
“Don’t stop, want it all please,” balling the sheets in your hand, tears forming in your eyes. A few more thrusts and San bottoms out on the last one, filling you to the brim with his release. Both of you are breathing heavy, taking a second to collect yourselves. He moves his hips slowly, the feeling of his cum coating your walls and leaking out of you is just so filthy. You fall forward on the bed, closing your eyes as San presses kisses to your shoulders.
“Next time, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
